Beady Eye:Different Gear, Still Speeding

Oasis is dead. So are the Beatles. Someone should tell Beady Eye. It wasn’t enough to suffer the humiliation endured during the early days of alternative rock because of a wimpy twerp named Liam Gallagher (and his so-called brother), but the somber half of the once-sonic duo just won’t quit. His blend of pure Beatles-meets-stomp rock, handclaps and all, with covers and dire lyrics gyrating to the point of interjecting a Jerry Lee Lewis piano tribute, feel as if Lennon is looking down smiling fondly. There’s a word for it: grandiose. He even names songs for them: “The Roller” and “Beatles and Stones.” But pondering the deep blue sky and trying to stand tall are poetic postures better saved for someone who cares. While all the sha-la-las might have hips swaying in crowded mid-sized rock halls, Gallagher (either one of them) will still only be a footnote in the history of ’90s rock annals.